The man is walking around the world and drawing maps (aka he can be anywhere for convienence).
He comes across several dozen humans and a mechanical fox inscribing a ritual circle into a grassy field using wind magic
"Huh. This is interesting. Could one of you inform me what you got going on here?"
One of the humans, one with bright pink hair fills him in. “This ritual is one that used to be associated with the gears of mechanus, in the old world. Our goddess hopes to bring back a remenant of their power. As always, we graciously accept new converts and politely disagree with those who follow other gods.”
"Ah. I should have realized right away the presence of a Greater Will. Sorry about that." He bows.
The mechanical fox takes humanoid form and seemingly rides on a gust of wind toward the man. “Continue the ritual! We must bring the force of law back!”
”So, what brings you to our special little corner of the multiverse?”
"I am simply a humble map maker. I seek to make a map of all the lands." He takes out a map that is only partially finished. It mainly details unexplored lands and only a small bit of civilization. "I figured I would start with the wilds and move on to inhabited lands."
“This field will change completely in 289 minutes. I hope you will stay for the show.”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
The man is walking around the world and drawing maps (aka he can be anywhere for convienence).
He comes across several dozen humans and a mechanical fox inscribing a ritual circle into a grassy field using wind magic
"Huh. This is interesting. Could one of you inform me what you got going on here?"
One of the humans, one with bright pink hair fills him in. “This ritual is one that used to be associated with the gears of mechanus, in the old world. Our goddess hopes to bring back a remenant of their power. As always, we graciously accept new converts and politely disagree with those who follow other gods.”
"Ah. I should have realized right away the presence of a Greater Will. Sorry about that." He bows.
The mechanical fox takes humanoid form and seemingly rides on a gust of wind toward the man. “Continue the ritual! We must bring the force of law back!”
”So, what brings you to our special little corner of the multiverse?”
"I am simply a humble map maker. I seek to make a map of all the lands." He takes out a map that is only partially finished. It mainly details unexplored lands and only a small bit of civilization. "I figured I would start with the wilds and move on to inhabited lands."
“This field will change completely in 289 minutes. I hope you will stay for the show.”
He puts the map back in his bag. "Got it. I'll stick around for a bit." He pulls out some rations. "What's your name?"
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
The man is walking around the world and drawing maps (aka he can be anywhere for convienence).
He comes across several dozen humans and a mechanical fox inscribing a ritual circle into a grassy field using wind magic
"Huh. This is interesting. Could one of you inform me what you got going on here?"
One of the humans, one with bright pink hair fills him in. “This ritual is one that used to be associated with the gears of mechanus, in the old world. Our goddess hopes to bring back a remenant of their power. As always, we graciously accept new converts and politely disagree with those who follow other gods.”
"Ah. I should have realized right away the presence of a Greater Will. Sorry about that." He bows.
The mechanical fox takes humanoid form and seemingly rides on a gust of wind toward the man. “Continue the ritual! We must bring the force of law back!”
”So, what brings you to our special little corner of the multiverse?”
"I am simply a humble map maker. I seek to make a map of all the lands." He takes out a map that is only partially finished. It mainly details unexplored lands and only a small bit of civilization. "I figured I would start with the wilds and move on to inhabited lands."
“This field will change completely in 289 minutes. I hope you will stay for the show.”
He puts the map back in his bag. "Got it. I'll stick around for a bit." He pulls out some rations. "What's your name?"
“You may call me Ria Sum-Prim. I’m still workshopping, gotta get it right for my first religious texts.”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
The man is walking around the world and drawing maps (aka he can be anywhere for convienence).
He comes across several dozen humans and a mechanical fox inscribing a ritual circle into a grassy field using wind magic
"Huh. This is interesting. Could one of you inform me what you got going on here?"
One of the humans, one with bright pink hair fills him in. “This ritual is one that used to be associated with the gears of mechanus, in the old world. Our goddess hopes to bring back a remenant of their power. As always, we graciously accept new converts and politely disagree with those who follow other gods.”
"Ah. I should have realized right away the presence of a Greater Will. Sorry about that." He bows.
The mechanical fox takes humanoid form and seemingly rides on a gust of wind toward the man. “Continue the ritual! We must bring the force of law back!”
”So, what brings you to our special little corner of the multiverse?”
"I am simply a humble map maker. I seek to make a map of all the lands." He takes out a map that is only partially finished. It mainly details unexplored lands and only a small bit of civilization. "I figured I would start with the wilds and move on to inhabited lands."
“This field will change completely in 289 minutes. I hope you will stay for the show.”
He puts the map back in his bag. "Got it. I'll stick around for a bit." He pulls out some rations. "What's your name?"
“You may call me Ria Sum-Prim. I’m still workshopping, gotta get it right for my first religious texts.”
"Ah. Nice to meet ya, Ria. My names Carter." He seems relatively calm considering he's meeting a literal god.
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
The man is walking around the world and drawing maps (aka he can be anywhere for convienence).
He comes across several dozen humans and a mechanical fox inscribing a ritual circle into a grassy field using wind magic
"Huh. This is interesting. Could one of you inform me what you got going on here?"
One of the humans, one with bright pink hair fills him in. “This ritual is one that used to be associated with the gears of mechanus, in the old world. Our goddess hopes to bring back a remenant of their power. As always, we graciously accept new converts and politely disagree with those who follow other gods.”
"Ah. I should have realized right away the presence of a Greater Will. Sorry about that." He bows.
The mechanical fox takes humanoid form and seemingly rides on a gust of wind toward the man. “Continue the ritual! We must bring the force of law back!”
”So, what brings you to our special little corner of the multiverse?”
"I am simply a humble map maker. I seek to make a map of all the lands." He takes out a map that is only partially finished. It mainly details unexplored lands and only a small bit of civilization. "I figured I would start with the wilds and move on to inhabited lands."
“This field will change completely in 289 minutes. I hope you will stay for the show.”
He puts the map back in his bag. "Got it. I'll stick around for a bit." He pulls out some rations. "What's your name?"
“You may call me Ria Sum-Prim. I’m still workshopping, gotta get it right for my first religious texts.”
"Ah. Nice to meet ya, Ria. My names Carter." He seems relatively calm considering he's meeting a literal god.
“Have you ever considered becoming an acolyte?”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
The man is walking around the world and drawing maps (aka he can be anywhere for convienence).
He comes across several dozen humans and a mechanical fox inscribing a ritual circle into a grassy field using wind magic
"Huh. This is interesting. Could one of you inform me what you got going on here?"
One of the humans, one with bright pink hair fills him in. “This ritual is one that used to be associated with the gears of mechanus, in the old world. Our goddess hopes to bring back a remenant of their power. As always, we graciously accept new converts and politely disagree with those who follow other gods.”
"Ah. I should have realized right away the presence of a Greater Will. Sorry about that." He bows.
The mechanical fox takes humanoid form and seemingly rides on a gust of wind toward the man. “Continue the ritual! We must bring the force of law back!”
”So, what brings you to our special little corner of the multiverse?”
"I am simply a humble map maker. I seek to make a map of all the lands." He takes out a map that is only partially finished. It mainly details unexplored lands and only a small bit of civilization. "I figured I would start with the wilds and move on to inhabited lands."
“This field will change completely in 289 minutes. I hope you will stay for the show.”
He puts the map back in his bag. "Got it. I'll stick around for a bit." He pulls out some rations. "What's your name?"
“You may call me Ria Sum-Prim. I’m still workshopping, gotta get it right for my first religious texts.”
"Ah. Nice to meet ya, Ria. My names Carter." He seems relatively calm considering he's meeting a literal god.
“Have you ever considered becoming an acolyte?”
"No offense meant, but no. I'm not loyal to any gods, nor do I seek any quarrel with them. I just want to pursue my mapmaking passions and live a peaceful life without being in service to anyone."
“No pressure.” Her eyes light up with a whirlwind, but she blinks and it disappears. “I have waited one hundred and forty five years, two months, sixteen days and six seconds for this moment. Excuse me, I have to do my part in the ritual.”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
“No pressure.” Her eyes light up with a whirlwind, but she blinks and it disappears. “I have waited one hundred and forty five years, two months, sixteen days and six seconds for this moment. Excuse me, I have to do my part in the ritual.”
He nods, sits down and begins eating his rations.
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
After a while, the group of weary People have finally decided who they are going to follow. The leader of the group and around 3 quarters of the rest of them, including most of the stronger and faster ones, flock to Crotalus. The rest of them, most sick, children, or elderly, Join Savut. There is some muttered disagreement and sighs of disappointment, but most of the people in the group follow Crotalus, say about 3200, the rest of them, a bit more than 8 hundred, are with Savut.
the sun is sinking below the horizon.
“Well, the division has been made. I will escort you all to my swamp, and Crotalus- I hope that our two groups are always at peace. In fact, I believe we should erect a monument to commemorate this moment.”
*Sorry this took so long.*
Crotalus stands up on top of the Hellhog, glad that a decision has been made. "I hope peace can be found between our people as well Savut. A monument would be an excellent way to make sure we remember to treat each other real nice like."
Symbol: the elven runes for air inscribed on a platinum gear
Followers: The 36 and other acolytes of air
Holy Place: The Reformed Gears of Mechanus
Holy Text: Still Being Written
Appearance: A mechanical fox/ a seven foot tall female elf wearing a dress made of light, flowy material that gently flutters in the breeze created by her presence.
After a while, the group of weary People have finally decided who they are going to follow. The leader of the group and around 3 quarters of the rest of them, including most of the stronger and faster ones, flock to Crotalus. The rest of them, most sick, children, or elderly, Join Savut. There is some muttered disagreement and sighs of disappointment, but most of the people in the group follow Crotalus, say about 3200, the rest of them, a bit more than 8 hundred, are with Savut.
the sun is sinking below the horizon.
“Well, the division has been made. I will escort you all to my swamp, and Crotalus- I hope that our two groups are always at peace. In fact, I believe we should erect a monument to commemorate this moment.”
*Sorry this took so long.*
Crotalus stands up on top of the Hellhog, glad that a decision has been made. "I hope peace can be found between our people as well Savut. A monument would be an excellent way to make sure we remember to treat each other real nice like."
“Then let us craft it. Perhaps a crossbreed between two distinctive plants of our respective regions?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
And so, Aria and The Thirty Six underwent the ritual of the Gears. The mighty memories of the past world coalesced once again into reality. The two hundred and eighty nine minutes were the toughest these 36 mortals and the goddess behind them had ever faced, but they were ready. Every moment since joining the Acolytes of Air had been spent preparing them for this moment. The Gears of Mechanus would turn again. Aria took on the surname Primus Due, ready to achieve things worthy of the name. She channeled her divine might into the symbol all of her followers knew. The Platinum Gear. She created her symbol and aligned it with the ritual, just as gods had done in the past and would do after this world crumbled and a new world began. The ritual taxed the thirty six acolytes greatly, and they began to fall. Starting at the two hundredth minute and repeating every three hundred and seventy five seconds, the Acolytes died. As each one fell, their last breaths became something greater, hurricane force winds howling in sync with the ritual. Even in death, the acolytes served their goddess. Finally, when only four of the thirty six remained, the ritual was complete. A single gear, a remenant of multiverses past, settled with Aria’s Platinum Gear and began to turn. And so, it was done. The four acolytes whose faith and magic withstood the ritual, and the cartographer who was there by chance, were the only mortals to witness the Ritual of the Gears and live to tell the tale.
*monks, for your domains you have to pick one from the list. Wind exists, but I think the closest to technology is forge*
Carter looks at the ritual, slightly in awe.
*fixed*
The pink haired one that spoke to him earlier is one of the survivors. She tries to get up, then falls back down. She whispers one word, carried by the wind to Carter. “Help…”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
*monks, for your domains you have to pick one from the list. Wind exists, but I think the closest to technology is forge*
Carter looks at the ritual, slightly in awe.
*fixed*
The pink haired one that spoke to him earlier is one of the survivors. She tries to get up, then falls back down. She whispers one word, carried by the wind to Carter. “Help…”
He walks over, careful not to step on anything that looks important, and helps her up.
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
The pink haired one that spoke to him earlier is one of the survivors. She tries to get up, then falls back down. She whispers one word, carried by the wind to Carter. “Help…”
He walks over, careful not to step on anything that looks important, and helps her up.
She is winded and a streak of her bubblegum pink hair has turned platinum, reminiscent of the gigantic gear that Aria summoned during the ritual. She smiles weakly at Carter. “We did it.”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
The pink haired one that spoke to him earlier is one of the survivors. She tries to get up, then falls back down. She whispers one word, carried by the wind to Carter. “Help…”
He walks over, careful not to step on anything that looks important, and helps her up.
She is winded and a streak of her bubblegum pink hair has turned platinum, reminiscent of the gigantic gear that Aria summoned during the ritual. She smiles weakly at Carter. “We did it.”
"You certainly did."
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
Savut has escorted her crowd to the Twilight Swamp. She has taken residence in a massive tupelo tree. The roots could serve as excellent homes, and most of the dangerous snakes have been gathered away from the people. Eels and frogs lazily swim through the water.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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“This field will change completely in 289 minutes. I hope you will stay for the show.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
He puts the map back in his bag. "Got it. I'll stick around for a bit." He pulls out some rations. "What's your name?"
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
“You may call me Ria Sum-Prim. I’m still workshopping, gotta get it right for my first religious texts.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"Ah. Nice to meet ya, Ria. My names Carter." He seems relatively calm considering he's meeting a literal god.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
“Have you ever considered becoming an acolyte?”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"No offense meant, but no. I'm not loyal to any gods, nor do I seek any quarrel with them. I just want to pursue my mapmaking passions and live a peaceful life without being in service to anyone."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
“No pressure.” Her eyes light up with a whirlwind, but she blinks and it disappears. “I have waited one hundred and forty five years, two months, sixteen days and six seconds for this moment. Excuse me, I have to do my part in the ritual.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
*I might make a goddess of murderers. I may take inspiration from Six: The musical*
He nods, sits down and begins eating his rations.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
*Sorry this took so long.*
Crotalus stands up on top of the Hellhog, glad that a decision has been made. "I hope peace can be found between our people as well Savut. A monument would be an excellent way to make sure we remember to treat each other real nice like."
*might as well make an info sheet for her
Formal Name: Aria Primus Due
Non Formal Name: Ria
Domains: Wind and Forge
Sacred Animal: Fox
Symbol: the elven runes for air inscribed on a platinum gear
Followers: The 36 and other acolytes of air
Holy Place: The Reformed Gears of Mechanus
Holy Text: Still Being Written
Appearance: A mechanical fox/ a seven foot tall female elf wearing a dress made of light, flowy material that gently flutters in the breeze created by her presence.
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
“Then let us craft it. Perhaps a crossbreed between two distinctive plants of our respective regions?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
And so, Aria and The Thirty Six underwent the ritual of the Gears. The mighty memories of the past world coalesced once again into reality. The two hundred and eighty nine minutes were the toughest these 36 mortals and the goddess behind them had ever faced, but they were ready. Every moment since joining the Acolytes of Air had been spent preparing them for this moment. The Gears of Mechanus would turn again. Aria took on the surname Primus Due, ready to achieve things worthy of the name. She channeled her divine might into the symbol all of her followers knew. The Platinum Gear. She created her symbol and aligned it with the ritual, just as gods had done in the past and would do after this world crumbled and a new world began. The ritual taxed the thirty six acolytes greatly, and they began to fall. Starting at the two hundredth minute and repeating every three hundred and seventy five seconds, the Acolytes died. As each one fell, their last breaths became something greater, hurricane force winds howling in sync with the ritual. Even in death, the acolytes served their goddess. Finally, when only four of the thirty six remained, the ritual was complete. A single gear, a remenant of multiverses past, settled with Aria’s Platinum Gear and began to turn. And so, it was done. The four acolytes whose faith and magic withstood the ritual, and the cartographer who was there by chance, were the only mortals to witness the Ritual of the Gears and live to tell the tale.
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
*monks, for your domains you have to pick one from the list. Wind exists, but I think the closest to technology is forge*
Carter looks at the ritual, slightly in awe.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
*fixed*
The pink haired one that spoke to him earlier is one of the survivors. She tries to get up, then falls back down. She whispers one word, carried by the wind to Carter. “Help…”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
He walks over, careful not to step on anything that looks important, and helps her up.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
She is winded and a streak of her bubblegum pink hair has turned platinum, reminiscent of the gigantic gear that Aria summoned during the ritual. She smiles weakly at Carter. “We did it.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"You certainly did."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
The four survivors are burying the dead.
Aria is erecting a temple to hold the Gears and serve as her holy place
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
Savut has escorted her crowd to the Twilight Swamp. She has taken residence in a massive tupelo tree. The roots could serve as excellent homes, and most of the dangerous snakes have been gathered away from the people. Eels and frogs lazily swim through the water.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.